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I reveal the filename of the individual story and sometimes have additional notes/thoughts about them too. It's all completely free there, if you wish to check it out. I haven't thought of anything to actually place behind a subscription.

Here's the link, thanks for your time and interest!
patreon.com/Teryl

When I was small I was taught that any fire adjacent to a tent meant safety - the more tents the better - so to always seek them out.

Nights honestly scared me. A full moon was the worst; too similar to the sun that burned my eyes and bleached my hide.

The trouble was, now that I was bigger, most tents, and campers, fled, if not that very night then the next dawn.

At least they tended to abandon their food - corn chips were my fave.

The melody was strange; ceaseless and only audible where the water met air.

I clung to the side of my boat, humming and making up words.

I used to do this with my childhood friends but they had drifted away over the years, growing more concerned with taxes and career ladders. I missed them, but I had made new friends floating in the bay.

We exchanged lyrics, sang together and served the Sleepless Ancient.

It was a good, simple life.

The young magic creatures listened intently.

"To be a familiar is a sacred obligation," croaked the ancient toad, as wise as they were rotund, "So take your time revealing yourself, no matter how eager or tempted. You must know the mage your existence will be dedicated to."

"How many mages may we be courted by?" asked a kitten.

"As many as possible."

The kitten scampered off excitedly; there were many saucers of fish to sample.

"Is it ungrateful of me to leave?" the mermaid fretted, gazing at the moon far above the waves.

"They only homed, fed and loved you all your life," yawned the sea-serpent.

"I know... I owe them."

"No, absolutely not! They can't expect control over your will in exchange for raising you. If anything, they owe you freedom."

The mermaid pondered this, "I should... at least tell them I'm going."

"I will stay beside you if you need support."

Writing teacher: Show, don't tell.
Screenwriter: Not a problem.
Cop, into walkie talkie: Sir? ...you'd better see this.
Detective: Can't you just tell me what it is over the radio?
Cop: Absolutely not.

The Knight had always been kind, as a rule - it wasn't an easy rule; in fact, it was one of the hardest.

It didn't help that 'kindness' didn't seem to mean the same thing everywhere and had a multitude of ways it could be carried out.

But then one of her many good deeds had gained her a follower, a ward - a small dragon, still soft and flameless.

This often shocked folks, but she'd answer, half to herself, "Do as little harm as possible."

"I've bitten off more than I can chew," the wizard sighed, pushing away the pile of scrolls.

"So spit it out," her serpentine familiar suggested.

"What?"

"Spit it out and cut into easier chunks."

"Theoretically it's been in my mouth so I don’t want it anymore."

"Then take different bite but small."

"But I already took a big bite."

"You didn’t swallow the whole thing - just nibbles the rest."

"Thanks, I'll try that."

"I'm helpful!"

"Nothing like some real sun, real grass and real air to nourish the soul."

The captain was fairly old; a lot of older humans had this particular attitude.

The sunlight was still real in space, the grass in the arboretum was real, and though often recycled or pressurized, the air was certainly real, sometimes better mixed.

Honestly I felt the air on Earth smelled muddier and the water tasted metallic.

I couldn't wait to get back into space.

"My hero," the mermaid cried, throwing her arms around the confused swimmer.

"Uh, thanks! What did I do exactly?"

The mermaid pointed over to the bull frolicking in the shallows with a small dolphin, "She's always wanted to meet a distant land-cousin! And you brought one right to us!"

"Uh sure, you're welcome," the swimmer chuckled, shrugging nervously.

They had raced into the sea to escape the beast; they had no idea whose cow this was.

"My hero," the mermaid cried, throwing her arms around the confused swimmer.

"Uh, thanks! What did I do exactly?"

The mermaid pointed over to the bull frolicking in the shallows with a small dolphin, "She's always wanted to meet a distant land-cousin! And you brought one right to us!"

"Uh sure, you're welcome," the swimmer chuckled, shrugging nervously.

They had raced into the sea to escape the beast; they had no idea whose cow this was.

"Every life has a direction," the wanderer assured the one who'd expressed their life had none.

"Everyone's heading to the same place in the end," muttered the wanderer's gruff companion.

"That's why the journey is more important..."

"But then where do I go before the end?" asked the directionless one.

"That's up to you," said the wanderer.

"If you've the privilege," grumbled the gruff companion.

It wasn't a very productive encounter.

The demon made his demands and the villagers were as puzzled as they were afraid.

At first they offered their harvest, then their daughters, then sons, then wine and gold; the demon rejected all of these offerings as insufficient.

A maiden and a crone left a basket at his shrine and he promptly vanished.

"What did you bring him?" the people asked.

"Happiness."

In his lair, the contented demon tickled his kitten under the chin.

Humans like a good myth.

Some don't think they believe in such nonsense, but then wholeheartedly insist they know the true shape of the world or mine cryptocurrencies.

That's the sneaky thing about myths; they don't always look like how you expect, and oftentimes are complete fabrications within reality.

But there's a myth truer than most others, but largely unknown - civilization exists thanks to the love that comes from a wolf well fed.

She gasped, staring up at the tall handsome figure whose needle-like fangs were bared in a sultry grimace.

"Your skin," she murmured, unable to ignore the fact it shimmered like glitter.

The vampire sighed, placing several cleaning supplies onto the counter to be rung up, "I had a crafting accident."

"Oh that sucks! I had one of those last year, I'm still struggling with it," she sympathized. "Paper or plastic?"

"I have my own bag."

A sparkling catsoul hovered in space beneath the burning gaze of the Cosmic Eyes.

'Will they be kind to me, on Earth?'

SOME, replied the Cosmic Eyes.

'And the child I am assigned -- are they good?'

THAT REMAINS TO BE SEEN, replied the Cosmic Eyes.

The catsoul considered this. '... Do they need me?'

DESPERATELY, replied the Cosmic Eyes.

'Then I will go.'

On Earth, a small cat emerged from a shrub and chased after a crying child, chirping a greeting.

#microfiction #TootFic

Today is Co-Writing with AI Dungeon day!

Later, I'll be streaming my ongoing attempt to write a werewolf story *with any conflict at all* when my co-writer is an AI.

2pm BST. Feel free to come along!

The contestants were at a loss, particularly the princes.

The right to court the princess was on the line and the crowd was massive; not just men, not just noble, not just rich - any or all were welcome.

Some of the noblemen left in disgust; clearly the princess was not taking things seriously.

She emerged, grinning with a gap in her teeth.

"Let the games begin!" she cried.

By the end, nobody had won but admitted they'd had a good time.

People like to say 'there is nothing new' but sometimes it's good to remind yourself that *everything* is new at the same time.

There is only one you. The story you tell is unique simply because you are the teller. Tropes and all!

#WriterEncouragements

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"The only thing you are endangered by is an excess of imagination," the captain laughed.

I bit my tongue; tempted to point out that we may be endangered by her lack of imagination.

But... maybe she was right.

Perhaps nothing lurked below the surface, between the shadows or behind the orbs of light that danced over the deck.

A fine tentacle uncurled from under the captain's cap.

I blinked.

She was tucking her curly hair back into place.

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